Flower Stealing Master Chapter 227: The attractiveness of Liufang’s 0th generation and the stinking relics for many years

"I discovered the time of your death, Director Sai." Song Qingshu smiled coldly, reached out and grabbed his throat.

Originally, the martial arts master of Yisai, as the number one master of Shengjing Manchu, although weaker than Song Qingshu, he is not without the power to parry. It's a pity that he didn't expect that the sickly old man Liu was actually a master of martial arts, and he was clinging tightly to the vital points without any precautions.

"Gluck..." Manager Sai flushed with a flushed face and wanted to call for help, but all he made were such meaningless noises. He grabbed his hands everywhere, but couldn't touch Song Qingshu.

"If you can be the first person I can kill, you should be stunned." Song Qingshu sighed, twisted his wrist and scratched his neck. He broke his neck and fell down with a puff. On the ground, his eyes are protruding, and he is obviously not looking at him.

"My lord, what's the matter?" The guard outside heard the sound and knocked on the door.

"It's okay." Song Qingshu's simulation contest supervisor said.

After finishing talking, Song Qingshu sat at the table and started to re-make the medicinal mud for the human skin mask. Director Sai is here. It is easier to make. He spread the medicinal mud evenly on his face, and he air-dried quickly. Song Qingshu He tore it off and put it on his face, glued Old Man Liu's mask on the face of Manager Sai, and exchanged their clothes. Song Qingshu checked it and felt that there was nothing flawed, so he opened the door and walked outside.

"Manager Sai...this?" The guard was about to speak, but when he saw Old Man Liu lying on the floor in the room, his expression changed drastically.

"The prince asked me to eliminate all hidden dangers, so he sent him on the road. Later, he will be carried and buried quietly. Don't let anyone know, you must understand the rules of the mansion." Song Qingshu patted the guards. Shoulders.

The guard was sweating coldly, thinking in his heart that it was not that the director of the game killed Liu after listening to Old Man Liu's secret, then I am not very dangerous? The corner of his eye swept the palm of the sweep manager placed on his shoulder, and every time the opponent took a shot, the guard's face paled.

Finally, watching Master Sai disappear in the distance, the guards were all limp, feeling that their backs were completely wet with cold sweat, and he took a long breath and entered the house. He dragged the "Old Man Liu" up and prepared to find a place to bury him. Up. Poor Race Manager, as the number one master of Manchu in Shengjing City, died so silently.

Following the memory, Song Qingshu came all the way to the rockery before, and walked over with a swagger. The guard saw his appearance clearly, and quickly bowed to salute: "Subordinates, see the game manager."

"Well," Song Qingshu snorted noncommitantly, "On the order of the prince, I am going to see the prisoner."

"General Manager Sai, please." A group of guards quickly opened the prison door and respectfully stepped aside. The General Manager Sai was the celebrity in front of the prince. He said that he had ordered the prince, and this group of people would naturally not doubt it.

"I have something to tell the prisoners, you should go out first." Entering the cell, Song Qingshu waved his hand to let all the jailers go out first. Then, one cell after another to observe the inner cell.

Finally found the dying Tian Guinong in a cell close to the inside. He was covered with blood and there was no complete flesh on his body. Song Qingshu frowned, squatted beside him, and shook his body:" Brother Tian, ​​Brother Tian?"

Tian Guinong gradually woke up, took a look at Song Qingshu, and said faintly: "So it's Manager Sai, what's the matter with Tian?" There was no anger in his voice, Song Qingshu snorted: "You think Don't want to go out?"

"Go out?" Tian Guinong's eyes lit up, and soon dimmed, "What are you going out to do."

"Do you miss your wife Nan Lan, and your daughter Tian Qingwen?" Song Qingshu wondered, could it be that the days of torture had given him a chance to die?

"Nanlan?" Tian Guinong finally had a reaction, but quickly became discouraged, "But now I am a useless person, what good is she thinking of?"

"Waste?" Song Qingshu asked in confusion.

"General Manager Sai, why should you ask knowingly?" Tian Guinong glanced at him, revealing his **** lower body, "The prince has already ordered me to be sentenced to the palace..." He was so sad that he sobbed. stand up.

Song Qingshu was dumbfounded. He didn't expect Tian Guinong to be so miserable. He said in silence for a while: "Who said that a man would be a ruin if he was tortured?" Sima Qian of China, Cai Lun who invented papermaking, and Zheng He, the **** who went to the West in the former Ming Dynasty. Which one is not in history. Who dares to say that they are useless?"

Song Qingshu saw that Tian Guinong was unmoved, and he quickly changed the conversation, "There is also Yu Chaoen of the Tang Dynasty, and the nine-thousand-year-old Wei Zhongxian of the Ming Dynasty. Which one is not physically disabled...I am not disabled? Over ten thousand people, interfering in political affairs, frightening hundreds of officials, and groups of wives and concubines, who would dare to say that they are useless.

Tian Guinong raised his head and muttered: "Yes, yes, I still have a chance, I still have a chance..."

Song Qingshu has a black line. It is really a bad person. Positive examples can't inspire him, but these evil villains make him cheer up again.

"This is Xueshen Yuchan pill. It is useful for your injuries. Take it quickly." Song Qingshu delivered a pill to Tian Guinong's mouth.

Tian Guinong glanced at him vigilantly, and randomly thought that he was worse than dead. If the poison was not a big deal, he took it and swallowed it in one bite. He immediately felt a heat rise in his lower abdomen.

Song Qingshu stretched out his palm against his vest: "I will help you digest the medicine first, and when you temporarily recover your mobility, I will send you out."

Feeling the constant qi coming from the vest, Tian Guinong quickly healed his injuries: "Why will the game director save me?"

"A few years ago, I was greatly favored by Song Qingshu. He came to Shengjing as a minister of imperial envoys this time, and learned that you were tortured by the prince because of him. Come to me." Song Qingshu said in a deep voice.

"Would you not betray the prince by doing this?" Tian Guinong heard Song Qingshu sent someone to rescue him, and felt mixed, if it weren't for he would not go to jail, but after he learned that he was out of trouble, he was the first Time tried to save... I didn't know whether to resent him or to be grateful.

"My life-saving grace must be reported. On the side of the prince, I naturally have a way to hide it. Brother Tian doesn't need to worry about me. I should calm down and absorb the medicine." Song Qingshu replied.

After a stick of incense, Song Qingshu withdrew his palm and stood up, "You can't stay here for a long time. Brother Tian should be able to walk on his own now. Let's leave the palace first."

"Okay." Tian Guinong nodded hurriedly, and hobbled behind Song Qingshu, his face turned pale with pain every time he moved, and beads of sweat rolled down, but he gritted his teeth when he thought of whether he could escape by this action. adhere to.

"Manager Sai, is this?" The guard at the door was taken aback as he looked at Tian Guinong behind Song Qingshu.

"The prince's order, I'll take him out, you don't need to ask more." Song Qingshu took out a token and said lightly, thinking that this manager really saved himself a lot of effort. Token, otherwise he would have to spend more money to rescue Tian and return it to farmers.

"Yes!" The guards shrank in their hearts and smiled, "This farmland is already a waste, and it is of little value now."

Hearing the laughter of these low-level guards who are not usually seen by him, Tian Guinong trembled, his nails were embedded in the flesh, and his heart secretly became ruthless: This hatred, I must return to the farm Report!

Leaving the palace unimpeded all the way, Song Qingshu pointed to the carriage that had been prepared to the side, and said to Tian Guinong: "Brother Tian, ​​I still have something to do, so I won’t see you off. You drive this carriage back. After going to the mansion, with his wife and daughter, go to Wuhumen in the east of the city to find their head Sang Feihong. Song Engong has already said to her that they will send you out of Shengjing. Now you are no longer allowed in Liaodong, head of Sang You will be sent to Yanjing City, where Song Engong arranged everything for you.” It turned out that Song Qingshu rescued Sang Feihong once in Zhang Zhaozhong’s mansion. She made an agreement to **** a few people out of the city for herself.

"Thank you, Mr. Sai, for saving you today." Tian Guinong looked at Song Qingshu and felt a little choked for a while. Since his imprisonment, his former official friends have turned their faces in denial and fell into trouble. Unexpectedly, it was Mr. Sai. The unaccompanied person reached out to help.

"Thank Song Engong if you want to thank you." Song Qingshu snickered in his heart, turned around and walked towards the palace. After walking a few steps, he stopped Tian Guinong without knowing what he thought of, "Brother Tian, ​​Wuhumensang The head only knows his wife Nanlan, and Brother Tian shouldn’t go to the door alone.” It turned out that Song Qingshu was worried about Tian Guinong’s poor nature and abandoning his wife and daughter at this critical juncture, so wouldn’t his efforts be in vain?

"Thanks to the race manager for reminding?" Tian Guinong was taken aback, nodded, and then drove the carriage to his mansion.

Re-entering the palace, Song Qingshu was wondering why I didn’t see the people of the Red Flower Society in the prison just now. Could it be that they were not detained in the palace. Forget it, now that time is running out, there is no way to save them~IndoMTL.com~ Let's talk to Xia Qingqing first.

Song Qingshu hurried along, unimpeded all the way, knowing that he came to the gate of the palace's inner courtyard, "General Manager Sai, you don't know the rules, do you? In the palace's inner courtyard, no one except the prince and the son are allowed to enter." A voice rang.

Song Qingshu looked back, and he seemed to have seen this person at the banquet before. It was Prince Bao’s third master, the Golden Claw and Iron Hook, Bai Zhen. According to Zhang Zhaozhong, Bai Zhen’s eagle claw skills are still superior to the game director. . After all this came to mind, Song Qingshu quickly said: "It turned out to be Lord Bai. I'm sorry, I was thinking about things just now, and I was a little dizzy for a while."

"It’s okay, it’s okay." Bai Zhenpi said without a smile, but he was full of resentment. The martial arts master of the tournament is not as good as himself, because he is a full man, so he is more trusted by the prince. But I can only watch the nursing home here.

Song Qingshu turned around and walked to the palace, thinking in her heart: I thought that with the identity of the game manager, I could get in more easily to find Qingqing, but I didn't expect it... it seems that I can only execute the planned plan.

Leaving the palace in a hurry, Song Qingshu found a secluded place, pulled off his official uniform and human skin mask, and hurried to the Longmen Inn near the palace, where another person was waiting for him.